אפטי פרוסט / Tragic War |
He looks down beneath him A pool of his own blood Struggling for a single breath While falling to the mud This cannot be the end This was not meant for me I shall never surrender To the taunt of agony I've sworn to keep on fighting To defend my family And if I die, under these blackened skies There will be no peace for me A king of men, a hero of legends My sword shall know only sorrow And with the thought, that loved ones brought I shall live to see tomorrow The crashing of armor The sparks out of swords The deafening screams The sight of our lords For these times we trained In cold winter's chill But nothing prepared us With a conscious to kill And now we know the horror We've seen the blackened light We live to kill, and kill to live Believing our purpose is right! A king of men, a hero of legends My sword shall know only sorrow And with the thought, that loved ones brought I shall live to see tomorrow Back into focus I dare not tremble down The pain may be potent But they are still around Struck down another soldier The battle is taking it's tole I'm bleeding from my armor I'm bleeding from my soul Breathing so hard I see only blur Did we win the battle? Until today, no one knows for sure... If we have learned one thing, than let it be known The only way to return from battle Is drenched in your enemy's blood, Or drowning in your own. |
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד. |
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